Page 21 of Filtration Play
They pulled out a dark scarf and sank in a crouch in front of him.
“You looking for a freshly kidnapped in a derelict house vibe?” Ollie teased as the nerves bubbled up.
“Who hasn’t had those fantasies?” they said in a smooth, low register. Their fingers brushed against his face, and the fabric followed. The blindfold was soft as it blocked his vision, enveloping him in darkness. Fin moved with dexterous ease, and even though his sight had been stolen, his focus amplified on the slight tug of the fabric as they tied it, the electricity that shot through him when their hand stroked against his skin.
“How are you doing?” they asked.
He sucked in a sharp breath and took a second to assess. The aching quiet felt a bit louder around him, and his body was as much on the razor’s edge as before, but he wasn’t panicking. “Good. Green.”
Being bound and blindfolded was a heady experience. His thoughts of kink before now were all the pain and none of the pleasure. He’d never realized how simple tweaks like restraints could elevate him to a higher place. How placing himself in someone else’s control could lift him so high he was soaring. His cock ached with his unflagging erection. Fuck, he was so goddamn horny. Except he couldn’t do a damn thing about it. The burst of helplessness sent lust coursing through him, starting the cycle again.
“God, these shots are gorgeous,” they said. “You’re such a stunner.”
Heat rushed through him at their compliments. He soaked it up so hard in the wake of getting dumped. Of feeling fifth best or jettisoned off the side of an already sinking ship.
He didn’t know how long passed as they circled around him, the crunch of their boots on debris alerting him of where they were at all times. However, he floated in this space, a comforting dark that made his skin prickle and elevated his other senses. The staleness tickled his nose, residual dust lingering here, and he drank in the heaviness around him, how the air seemed laden with it.
His whole body hummed with an awareness that lit him up, and he lost himself in focusing on the rhythm of Fin’s footsteps, in the tiny creaks and groans of the building, the heavy breaths that escaped him. Everything else faded away.
“Okay, sweetness,” they said, all of a sudden close. “We’re finished.”
“Oh.” Ollie wasn’t able to form much more of a coherent thought.
“You ready for a reward? Blindfolded or not?”
He licked his lips. “Blindfolded.”
“Hot. I’m going to help you to a stand. Lean on me. Your legs are probably going to be shaky from being on your knees so long.” They ran their hands down his sides and gave him the tug upward.
Ollie tried to surge up, but pins and needles rushed through his legs, his knees protesting. Fuck. He sagged forward, but Fin was there, bracing him, their hands firm around his waist. He tried again, slower this time, and he managed to rise—a fucking lot harder without the use of his arms—and leaned on them the whole time until he was standing. They accepted his weight without complaint. Even though they were smaller, the way they handled him and moved him around sent vulnerability rushing through him.
“What’s off-limits?” Fin asked. “I know you’re new, but if you say nothing, I’ll kick you in the nuts.”
“Well, that for one.” Ollie grinned. “In all honesty, I don’t know if I’m down for pain.” Having this conversation while he couldn’t see the person in front of him was odd, to say the least, but from the moment he met Fin, he’d been discovering and enjoying new things.
“Are you comfortable with me blowing you and playing with your ass while blindfolded?” they asked.
Lust rushed through him with a gale force. “Yes, fuck yes.”
A laugh slipped out of them, and their hands trailed from his hips down to his legs. “You’re going to taste so good, sweetness.” Their voice came from below, and the puff of their breath warmed his groin. His cock threatened to punch through the thin fabric of his sweats, and once wet heat encased the tip, a moan escaped him. “Got to do away with these.”
Fin tugged down his sweats and boxer briefs to his knees in one go, his erection jutting hard, now exposed. The vulnerability, the sensation of being controlled and played with like a doll, shot a heavy doseof pleasure through him. His legs were still a little shaky from being on his knees so long, but he managed to remain upright.
“Damn, baby. What a delicious cock you have.”
Hot wetness coated his tip, and a shudder traveled from head to toe. Fin licked him again, the tip of their tongue delving into the slit. They ran their tongue down his length and back, slow, luxurious teases that felt at odds with the urgency of their situation—being exposed in the middle of an abandoned warehouse, where they could get caught at any moment.
They continued tormenting his cock with soft kitten licks that drove him fucking insane. His balls ached, and the need to thrust into something had hit full steam, but Fin wrapped a hand around his cock, as if more to keep him still, since they weren’t stroking. Combined with the tension of the bondage tape wrapped around him, he was close to bursting. Pre-cum gushed from his slit, and Fin lapped it up, toying with him in a way that fit their personality to a T.
“Please,” he begged. Not being able to see what was happening amplified the sensations.
“Mmm, you don’t nearly sound desperate enough,” they said, a dark, sinuous curl to their voice that traveled right through him. Fuuuuck. They found buttons of his that he hadn’t even uncovered and pressed them all.
A second later, a wet…finger? slipped between his ass cheeks. Fin resumed teasing his slit with their tongue as they pushed the tip of their finger against his hole. He moaned loud and long at the touch. Fuck, he wanted to ride their hand in a real way. They breached his hole with an ease that brought heat to his cheeks.
“What a slutty little hole,” Fin said. “I know you’re craving a nice thick cock inside you, sweetness, but I’m just going to play with your prostate while I suck you off.”
Ngh. His whole body immolated. Fuck, their mouth was criminal. He’d never had anyone talk to him that way before, and he loved it more than he could’ve imagined.
